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thinktank (thinktank) wrote in heroes_rpg,
@ 2009-03-10 09:07:00

Who: Matt Parkman and Daphne Millbrook; possibly Peter or Nathan by phone later on
When: Early morning
Where: Their apartment in New York
What: Matt has a rude awakening.
Open: 'Fraid not
Rating: PG - even Daphne doesn't have time for anything else.

Matt woke up at his kitchen table. He was pretty sure that wasn't where he went to sleep, and he didn't think he was the kind of guy who tended to nod off at kitchen tables in general. All of that led him to conclude that only one thing could have happened: He'd had another Pictionary moment.

The drawing in front of him was a good clue, too.

He picked it up and stood, wiping the sleep from his eyes with the back of one hand. He could see he'd drawn something round, maybe a face, maybe something else. To be honest, he didn't really want to see it clearly. He hadn't drawn anything in months. That was a good thing

The clock on the microwave was much easier to see, and quite frankly more interesting, especially when he saw it switch from 6:59 to 7:00. Putting down the drawing, he tiptoed into the bedroom.

Daphne was holding a pillow, which she must have blissfully substituted for Matt when the vision pulled him out of bed. Matt smiled and leaned over her to kiss one angelic cheek. "Wake up, sweetheart. You're going to be late." When she moaned a little, he chuckled. "Yes, even you."

He promised to put coffee on and wandered back out to the kitchen. Awake is awake, no matter where you do it, and try as he might, Matt couldn't help but see the drawing clearly now. And what he saw dragged not just him but his whole life to a sudden halt.

He'd drawn the Hunter.

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toofast
2009-03-10 03:51 pm UTC (link)

Daphne rolled over and groaned again. What in God's name was he doing awake at this hour? What hour was it? Didn't matter. Daphne was awake and didn't want to be, "at this hour" was exactly how she felt. "I'm not late for anything," Daphne groaned, pulling the blanket up over her head. She couldn't remember what she was late for. Work? School?

As of the winter semester Daphne was officially enrolled in her first year of college. And, yes, she was really late considering most people attended college ten years younger than she was. But if she was going to give a go to this being normal thing, she needed to do something other than being a bicycle courier. Especially considering how tempting it was to use her ability when delivering packages. So she was getting her basics out of the way, still unsure what degree she was aiming for. Possibly something in art or anthropology. After all, she had owned the Mona Lisa and a few other ancient statues for a while. It seemed logical.

"Matt... come back to bed. I've still got an hour." She could shower and get dressed in exactly two minutes. She'd timed it. So she had fifty eight minutes to sleep in. Except that she always had trouble sleeping if Matt wasn't in bed.

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thinktank
2009-03-10 05:04 pm UTC (link)

He sighed, a little of the worry flying up from his heart at the sound of her voice, sleep-drained though it was. "You've still got an hour if you're planning on zipping through traffic today like you promised me you wouldn't." He crumpled the drawing into the pocket of the flannel shirt he'd worn to bed and came back through the door to the bedroom, smiling.

She was an angel, no denying that. All curled up, sleepy and warm, she looked like something fallen to earth. He sat down on his side of the bed and put hands on her warm shoulders, leaning down to murmur in her ear. "Plus, if you get up now we can take a shower together. A long shower."

He skimmed lips along her jaw. More than anything, he needed her to be awake right now so he wasn't left all alone in the apartment with that awful picture of that awful person.

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toofast
2009-03-10 05:30 pm UTC (link)

Daphne heard him, she just wasn't sure she was ready to agree yet. Yes, she promised not to speed anymore. But that didn't make her any more ready to get out of bed. She was sleepy. She hadn't slept very well last night. Probably because Matt had gotten out of bed so early. Maybe if she just looked tired enough he would give in and let her speed just this once. She could put on that pouty face.

Rolling over, Daphne tipped her face toward him. She didn't open her eyes yet, but she reached out blindly. Her hands curled around his head and she smiled. He always knew exactly how to kiss his to make her skin tingle. "Can't we just snuggle now and shower later?" Daphne wiggled against Matt, kind of murmuring sleepily.

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thinktank
2009-03-10 05:59 pm UTC (link)

He allowed her to draw him in, kissed her lips softly. "I spoil you rotten," he complained as he settled into bed.

The picture crunched in his pocket as he shifted.

Shit.

He didn't want her to see it. Didn't want her to worry. He hadn't even decided what he'd do yet.

So he tossed off his shirt and pulled her over to rest on his bare chest. There was something beyond wonderful about having her cling to him like this, something that dulled his senses and made him want to give up anything, everything, just to preserve their life together for one more day. To push out anything that might fragment the mosaic.

"This is what it's all about," he whispered, dotting kisses into the crown of her head and folding arms over her back. "This, right here."

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toofast
2009-03-10 06:20 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I love being spoiled." Daphne grinned, opening her eyes finally. She knew by the tone of his voice that she had won this time. She could always tell when he was going to give in to her. And he usually did. She tended to know exactly how to get Matt to do what she wanted... mostly because she tempted him with things she knew he couldn't say no to. Like a warm bed with his sexy girlfriend.

Daphne waited until he pulled his shirt off and rolled toward him. She snuggled against his chest, running her fingers through his chest hair. Sighing contentedly, Daphne gave her silent agreement. This was exactly what she woke up for every morning. She loved being close to him like this. It was worth giving up her speeding, being normal and without blame, just so long as she could do it with Matt.

"We should just stay like this all day," Daphne murmured against his skin. She nuzzled against him, kissing his chest lightly here and there. She snuggled close to him, tucking her knee over his leg. "I can call in sick and you can take a vacation day."

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